Rain pattered against the windows of the small house, a calming background to almost everyone. To Sarah though, the rain signalled something else. She had checked the forecast almost religiously as the year had come to a close, knowing a storm like this was almost certainly mere days away. 

She was already more than prepared, her purse was hanging off her shoulder, and a dull blue rain jacket draped down to her ankles. The cheetah let out a shaky breath before clicking the lock on her front door open.

Like breaking open the seal of a can, the rush of rain suddenly sparked in volume tenfold. Heavy and drowning out almost all else. She peeked out, not a single soul even driving down the road, let alone walking. Perfect.

She slipped out of the building quietly, pulling the door to a close behind her, and pulled the coat’s hood over her head. 

Sarah took off down the street, as fast as she could without seeming like she was running. The rain pounded her jacket relentlessly, and she could feel the pressure against her back. Not entirely pleasant, but not entirely uncomfortable either.

Her boots splashed as she dashed, catching small puddles that were forming and soaking up her lower body. She had to get there soon, before it was too late. Before someone saw.

As she passed the corner of the road, it came into view. Obscured slightly by the rain’s shield, her eyes locked onto her neighbourhood’s playpark. Completely deserted, of course.

The firm steps of concrete turned to soft squishes as she stepped onto the rubber mulch of the park. Sarah let out a breath she didn’t realise she was holding. She looked around.

While the park was no different than one would expect, with many slides and toys she knew that cubs loved, there was one trait that set this one apart from all the rest. And that was what surrounded it.

Trees.

The houses on all sides of the park had large trees blocking their view onto the enclosed area, and the road she came from was mostly hidden too. Though, she always noted, not completely.

Sarah walked slowly towards the swings, turning around to sit on them as she approached. The wet squelch her clothes gave out as she did going almost unnoticed. The cheetah lifted her pawed hands up to her chest. She gave one last look around the park, making absolutely sure she was alone, and then…

She unbuttoned her jacket.

With a single smooth motion she shed the jacket from her shoulders, exposing what clothes she had underneath, or more accurately what clothes she didn’t have. Her breasts, a modest B cup, stood completely bare to the world. Being open victims to the rain’s assault, and any passerby’s gaze. She bit her lip. Her hands slowly moved to her chest, playing openly and brazenly in a way she never could in any other setting.

Sarah stood up from the swings, now fully nude and bare to the world. Not even a single bit of underwear to protect her modesty. She stretched her arms out wide, the rain hitting so freshly against her fur. 

She knew now that there was no going back. No hiding if someone were to pass by, or even into, the park. There’d be no time to hide even just her intent. And this drove her wild.

The cheetah turned back towards the swings, her purse sitting at its side. She flipped the leather bag open and pulled from it exactly what she came here for. She gripped a rubber dildo, suction cupped on one end, and walked towards her favourite ride.

A duck, cute and white, a cub she used to babysit was simply enamoured by it. And would always insist on riding it, even if just for a minute, whenever they passed by. She bit her lip as she placed the faux-cock on the saddle of the ride. A far different kind of ride to be sure.

Sarah lifted a leg over the duck, much easier to do to a ride designed for someone under half her age. She pressed back, her ass brushing against the rain-lubricated toy. She gripped the handlebars of the ride, and let herself sink back against the cock.

With an almost drowned out pop, it slipped inside her anus with effortless ease. And in only a few seconds, the hard plastic of the duck hit her cheeks. Sarah closed her eyes and bit her lip.

As she began to shift up and down, the ride moving almost in tandem with her, her mind wandered. Even though the toy was far from the largest in her collection, most people wouldn’t even call it large, it stayed at a very special place in her heart. 

A specially ordered one, just to her demands. Three and three quarter inches, and not a bit more. She felt every last curve and bump of the canine shaft that she’d sketched out, the tip barely even able to reach her prostate. 

She let out a moan, though she did have to be careful to not draw too much attention. The rain marking her body was a constant reminder of how open she was, how openly she was defiling what would normally be used by cubs.

Her mind pictured a small cub coming to the same park after the storm passed by, desiring to ride her duck. Small eyes so curious about the world, and so innocent as to never expect something so degenerate happening here so soon ago. All evidence washed away by the rain.

Sarah felt her mind cresting up towards a peak, tingling sensations building up faster and faster as the toy plundered her insides. Her vision blurred, as she collapsed over the bars of the duck. 
She bit her hand as her muffled moans rang throughout the deserted park. Her body shook with orgasmic pleasure, the messy results spraying white loads all over the duck’s saddle. One, two, three, four, and five twitches she felt her body spray before she felt herself drop off the end of her high.

The rain battered her back as she lay still in the saddle for what felt like hours. But she knew she had to get up, and so with an almost herculean effort pulled herself up to a sitting position. 

Sarah eyed the mess she had made, much more than last time. She eyed a drop that had even reached the top of the duck’s head. She really needed to get laid more. 

With that thought, she stood up, feeling the toy slip out of her ass as she did. She wiggled the cock until it came free, and turned to clean up her cum.

But she paused. The rain was making a good effort clearing it up, and the chance that any would be left by the time the storm cleared would be next to nothing. And the chance of a cub finding anything…

Sarah felt a wave of arousal surge through her body again, biting her lip as she turned from the defiled duck. Leaning down, she picked up her now waterlogged jacket, and slipped it over her equally drenched body.

Picking up her purse, she left one last look to the duck before dashing out of the park. 

She would need a much longer session when she got home.